Meadowsweet Creek Clean-up
Article by Jonathan Nyberg In June of 1999, my wife Rebecca and I begin looking for a house to buy. Starting out from our rented room on Duke Street, we wound through a few neighborhoods before heading down James Street from Lakewood Avenue. We liked the street immediately, and when we got to the bottom of the hill we saw a For Sale sign, with a telephone number, nailed to a tree. Looking down the driveway we saw a small blue house surrounded by nice woods and a creek. Two months later we closed on the house, our new address, 1613 James St. In the summer of 1999 the creek dried up. But right under the square concrete pipe where the creek emerges from under James St. there continued to be a pool of clear water. "There must be a tiny spring," we concluded with great excitement. When Hurricane Floyd struck, a large chunk of earth slid into the creek. That's when we discovered the source of our urban spring, a leak from a nearby fire hydrant. It turns out this leak had underm